For the Win

Just to put it out there–I am competitive. I can hear Snake snorting while he reads this because if there is an overly competitive person in this relationship, it is me.

I’ve never been sporty so I’ve always had to find other outlets. School was easy. I became Valedictorian to win. If Snake and I have ridiculous arguments, they are usually having to do with winning. In college, the game Othello almost ended our relationship several times because I could never win that stupid game. Even now, my family tries to ply me with alcohol for a chance to win You Don’t Know Jack.

Snake and I took up dancing as an empty nest social activity. We wanted to learn to dance so we could go out and feel comfortable. No, we don’t want to compete. Yeah, right. Less than four months in I had started plotting competitions and shows. And, of course, it isn’t just one dance. It is six different ones and a group piece. I never do things slowly.

The point of all of this is the sexual side of things. I am constantly competing with myself. I edged him x number of times last week so I want more this week. If I can ruin one orgasm, can I ruin three? (Yes, I can.) It’s always more, better, faster, longer with me.

Not that Snake is without his own competitiveness. If I have fewer orgasms in one session, he always wants to know if he did something wrong or could do something better. And he pushes his limits with me as well.

Before he decided to get his PA, Snake did enough research to become an expert on everything except how he himself would react. It was planned for the end of the week so he wouldn’t have problems at work and a Steelheart was ordered so it would arrive about the end of his healing period. Everyone said it would be about four weeks to heal. So, of course, he had to do better than that. 🙂

As he has written, he had very little pain or bleeding. It also wasn’t tender at all. So, on Friday, I thought I’d play a little. He tried to distract me, but that never works when I’m on a mission. To his surprise and my glee, it not only didn’t hurt but felt really good. Good enough that he got his orgasm about three weeks earlier than he thought he would.

Not that he should get his hopes up that anything has really changed for his chastity. But, Friday night, I won.